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[flightforfreedom]

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[flightforfreedom]

[The guitar on these tracks is starting to get to him. He's only been introduced to that instrument since coming to earth, but he's pretty sure it might be evil.



He rubs his face so hard that it makes his skin burn, because he's pretty sure if he doesn't distract himself the misery will find other ways to leak out of him. And he really, really, really doesn't feel like crying on national television.


Fucking
Damn
It.]

Fuck, I'm sorry, Odin. [He doesn't notice that he mumbles it allowed, still rubbing his face. Okay. One last song. Almost done.]